The tightly wound, relentless back-and-forth of these analogue throbs and pulses suggest a kind of teeth-grinding, cheek-chewing, speed-freak non-narrative: ‘and then, and then, and then, and then…’ Perhaps it should accompany Warhol’s Empire? Or maybe a time-lapse film of a giant copper clad cathedral dome oxidizing and being encrusted with livid green verdigris?

Or how about multi-limbed sport-bots thwacking a dozen basketballs at once to each other across an empty floor of an underground car park? Or, especially during the bibbling sections of the second track, angry artificial intelligences throwing packets of information around in the hope of winning a competition the rules of which our pitiful brains could not begin to grasp? Yeah, as good as that. ( Both snippets by Rob Hayler . RFM )